Looking down at the tense atmosphere in the valley, Zhu Haomiao, high above, curled his lips and uttered two words at a volume imperceptible to others.
"Jealousy~"
It was like a starter gun; uncontrollable envy erupted from the depths of the soul, and a chilling scream immediately echoed in the valley.
Twisted emotions lost control, and people attacked each other madly, not distinguishing between friend and foe. Any living being in sight seemed like the murderer of their father, inciting the most extreme hatred in their hearts.
Only by killing the other person could their heart, gnawed by venomous snakes, find a moment's peace!
"Ah!!"
With a wail, one of the weakest Seventh-Grade Martial Artists was dismembered by several people working together. The intangible Source Quality and sin dispersed and merged into the murderers like swallow into the forest.
